Lyrics:
laid in seven zips
Funk is phat, homey homey don't you know me
Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me
Groovy you could call it
Hip, yeah you
you all to call me Loretta.
REG
What!?
STAN
It's my right as a man.
JUDITH
Why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
STAN
I want to have babies.
REG
You
band, you can call me (Trouble Man)
Trouble man, I always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Trouble Man, stays in some
the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man, my brother...
Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon
Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes
reprise my role as a dog to find you sniffing the trail of your perfume
Yeah, I've always recognized it!
Who were you gonna cheat me with? A man who drinks
to funk you, Funkenstein
Your funk is the best
Take my body and give it the
Mind to funk with the rest
Hit me with the one and then
If you like hit me again
nigga?
Seen you last week and your black ass couldn't speak
You try to play like Mr. All-of-that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I
problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
stretch the funk like my
Name was Plastic Man eating MC's out the can
In my hip-hop wonderland
I got the venom like the
Snake's got the venom, i put it in
nigga?
Seen you last week and your black ass couldn't speak
You try to play like Mr. All-of-that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I
, we funk.)
[C Knight]
Well, can I expand my mind
Like a rubber band? Its me, niggy Knight man.
Niggy Knight man, with the mic in hand,
Just come
the park, one catchy jingle and now
You think you fucking with me 'cause you sold like three-hundred-thou'?
Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving
to the studio
You know he do it one take
He said tell me what you think of this
And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man
I really wanted more like
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
you would have me deceived
You were never my man
Treating me so unfair
Always waiting for your call but I got nothing at all
And I can't believe I
stop right there
Bitch you know you cannot go
Now, now, do your hair
Do your hair you dirty ho
Nah, nah, walk with me nigga
Swappin nigga can’t walk with
fella filmed me
"A young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi"
'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need
have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
(Tell 'em!)
Magdalena, don't you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
Old Man for saving my life.
Thank you again and again.
You could have let them barbeque me,
But you acted like a friend.
"I'm not your friend.
I don't
, get outta here, go 'head
[Old hustler:]
Caddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy
They used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy
[Young hustler:]
Aw man
hands in my projects
Havin fantasies of me bein Superman you bein stupid man
I'm like Prince, you might see me once every five years
At the record
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